Novel & Cerita The Joyce New York

“You sound like you’ve been talking to my mom,” I say. “Oh, yes, dear. She keeps us well informed,” Joyce says, bringing her coffee cup to her lips. “Although Olive hasn’t been paying attention,” she adds before taking a sip. “I’ve been traveling. Florida is so nice this time of year. I’m behind on all the news.” “We were all rooting for you,” Maybelline says. “You poor dear,” Joyce says. “You must be so devastated. Jenni is quite the catch.”

We instantly hit it off like old friends as we chatted in the kitchen even though it was our first time meeting. Joyce is a cute girl with curly brown hair from Itterswiller. She has been a servant since graduating from high school. She said she decided to work here because she wanted to earn more money and a better life. In her house her whole family worked in the vineyard and did not make much money according to her. Their life is very simple, and they don't have as many desires as her. Besides that, she was bored with the cycle of her family life which would end up in a vineyard or working in a winery. Joyce wants to make a change in her life by working in Paris and living as an exclusive

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

“And this is my husband, Joyce Meyer.” Joyce looked stunned. “Wait… Jabco Grey? The CEO of Grey Corporation?” Jabco nodded once. “That’s right.” “Oh my goodness,” Joyce said, clearly excited. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Grey.” He reached out eagerly. Jabco shook his hand politely. “She’s my university friend,” Riyana explained, noticing Jabco’s questioning glance. “We ran into each other just now. They’re here on vacation, staying at this hotel.”

Anne said, cheeks warming. “I’m Joy,” the woman said, stepping fully into the light. “I live upstairs. Usually come down for breakfast before heading to my office at the beauty pageant company.” Anne smiled, relaxing slightly. “I’m Anne… just moved in. Nice to meet you.” Joy grinned, a little mischievous. “Finally! I’ve been wondering who the new tenant downstairs was. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those people who watches every move… mostly.” As Anne poured water and Joy brewed coffee, they chatted easily, the kitchen filling with the aroma of tea and warmth. Joy’s laughter was light, infectious, and Anne found herself relaxing more than she had in days.

Meanwhile, at the upper part of the balcony, there stood a lady in her maid uniform, Joyce. Her eyes were dark and cloudy with jealous and anger, her hands were crossed behind her back and she fisted her fingers into balls. She is watching in silent as the cars drove out of the big yard, then she suddenly smiled evilly as if a plan crossed her mind. Hence, she turned around swiftly and she walked out is the balcony. She was walking in the long corridor, and she walked past Willow and Amaya. "Why is she smiling?" Amaya said out. "She seem so creepy," Willow faked a shiver as they both glanced behind and watched Joyce until she was out of sight.

" Lennon politely replied. Joyce naturally had good eyesight since she was able to take over Betty's class. She had a beautiful appearance and a clean temperament, and had recently released a movie, which made a famous female celebrity. When Joyce finished doing all these, and looked at the man beside his, she realized that his gaze was not fixated on her, and couldn't help but feel disappointed. Could it be that in his eyes, she wasn't worth his attention? Just then, a message came up from Lennon's phone, it was a string of messages. He smiled, and knew that Cassie was sending over a photo, he pretended to use this message and looked at Joyce: "Ms. Fairfield, excuse me."

Joyce added giddily. She blew some air from her mouth to show her annoyance. Her friend was always like this when she saw good-looking men but not her. She didn't even bother to look who Joyce was talking about. Joyce was always excited to talk about guys she liked but she wasn’t. Besides she wasn’t interested in men. She had to focus on her studies because that was her goal. “This is a great surprise! I hadn’t imagine seeing him here! I know that his family owns hotels and resorts in and outside of the country so I guess the rumors are true after all! He is contemplating on buying this resort." "Who are you talking about?" she asked after a sigh.

I knew little about her and that disturbed me because she knew about most of my broken parts. When I parked near the place Joy had entered on the GPS of his car, I realised what she had planned. We were at the new sky dock built in the Hudson Yards, one that I’d heard a lot about. But being here with Joy made me happier than I would’ve been with anyone else. Joyce cleared her throat and began a conversation as we boarded the elevator, purchasing the tickets. “I see that you’re not that sweet-toothed anymore.”

"It's okay, Andrés. I get it. We all have bad days." "Thank you," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. She nodded. "I should go freshen up now." "Of course," he said, stepping aside to let her pass. Joyce hurried to her room, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter. After a quick shower and a change into professional attire, she emerged ready for the day. She wore a navy blue blazer over a white blouse, paired with tailored slacks and low heels. Her hair was tied back neatly, giving her a polished look.